Month: April 2004

The Fools Parade was yesterday. Nothing impressive, but fun was there.

Tomorrow is the Fools Parade.

Noon starting from the Aquatic Centre.

At seven there’s a gamelan perfomance inside Robson Square. Don’t be tricked, you must go INSIDE to get to the concert hall. Inside and downstairs.

I will try to bring the camera, but I wish I were in Toronto today.

You would had been proud if you had been there. On the way out of the theatre, there was an open panel full of lit buttons. There were red ones and green ones and buttons the colour of custard, all with pictures or words like ALARM on them.

I pressed some.

We went to Hellboy and it was good. I knew nothing except that there were to be ninja cyborg nazis.

I was not disappointed by anything but the very ending, and for those who have not seen it, I shall say nothing except that the anti-clmax is ridiculous. Because that’s where it ends.

*curtsies*

It was nice that I knew so many people there, but it’s bothering me unbelievably that I could not remember who the fellow was who sat in front of us. He knew me back, so I was not wrong in thinking we were in common, but oh the agony. Where from? I think James now in retrospect, but… Gah. It WAS a James. It was the fellow who hooked up with the hairless girly from the states…. *sighs* Why now do I know this?

Happy Birthday !!

comeback beauty number three

WHY DON’T YOU LIKE CHEEZ?

Because if they can’t figure out how to spell it they can’t figure out how to make it non-toxic.

thanks to http://www.kibo.com/faq/ and Marlo

It’s so wonderful to see   being creative. It honestly warms my heart in the little places that I’ve been seriously missing him in. *hugs you over the internet*

I haven’t been posting much. Partly due to being busy and partly due to the fact that Adrian’s home lots and it’s his computer. He’s in the other room now. Cleaning? Who knows. I was cooking him dinner, but he seems to have taken over.

— figures – just as I write that, he comes in a nabs the puter away from me —

Now fifteen minutes later, I’ve lost my train of thought – it has been caught at the station for lack of passengers. *sighs*

Sunday was nice. Adrian, Dominique and I went down to meet up with People for Bubba -Ho-Tep. Robin didn’t show, but Ethan did, and we met up with Jeff in the theatre. Afterwards, we detoured to Adrians, then danced downtown for desserts. It was all lovely and some pictures were taken that yes already I will post as soon as I get them off the camera so stop nagging girly!

A bit ago – Elsabet and Skankboy were over. I managed to take some lovely pictures of thier non-existant relationship. As

you can tell – they’re obviously deeply in lurve.

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I got some important things done today. I’ve settled my utilities, so past midnight, the 321.poem number will not be in service. Anyone who wishes to reach me be the tele will have to call   number. If you haven’t it, e-mail me.

Today I hand in my keys to the House. It will be the final bit of dance. My goodbyes, though, were last night. Bill and I climbed onto the roof with confetti streamer sticks we’d been saving for some occasion. Nothing more occasional than the end of a house, I figure. We threw them and they fluttered all the way to the street. Blue and white paper ribbons twisting away from us, wisping down to the ground. I look forward to seeing them today, drifting from the roof. They must look silly, and silly is alright with me. We ate some choclate I’d been hoarding and there was hugging and he cried. The moon was bright and that was appropriate too. Clear sky.

“Really – in a decent film, one of us would go inside now, leaving the other to sit out here, looking off into nothing, saying “no – you go on in without me. I want to stay out here for awhile”, and then the one leaving would look back for a long moment at the other sitting alone and then turn, and go back in, but you know what? It’s way too fricken cold. You first.”